“Well, then you’ll just have to call him and find out where he got those.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
I closed my eyes again as he tugged my hair back under the water, rinsing out the shampoo. I didn’t care about conditioner tonight, but of course, Parker wouldn’t forget about that. As soon as I was done, he jerked the curtain aside and pulled a towel from the rack for me.
“Here, dry off and get in bed.”
“What about you?”
“I think I can shower on my own,” he smiled.
“I meant, what aboutyou?” My eyes darted down to his still hard cock, but he just guided me out of the shower.
“I can take care of that on my own, also.”
“But you don’t have to.”
“You’re about to fall over. Trust me, it won’t kill me for one night. Besides, it’ll be quick. I can promise you that.”
I still felt horrible about it, but he was right. I was tired, and the thought of doing anything sex-related right now sounded more like a job than anything fun.
Tossing on some underwear and a t-shirt, I climbed into bed and was already falling asleep by the time the shower shut off. Parker slipped into bed behind me just minutes later, smelling fresh with slightly damp skin.
“Better, baby?”
“Mmm,” I hummed, snuggling into his warmth. “It’s cold here at night.”
“It’s only gonna get worse.”
His fingers trailed over my side, resting on my belly. My eyes popped open and my whole body stiffened. Could he feel the baby inside me?
No, that was crazy. I didn’t even know for sure that there was a baby. The whole thing was just ridiculous.
And yet…
Just seconds ago, I was ready to drift off to Lala land, but now?—
Now, all I could think about was raising a kid here in the middle of winter.
“You’ll get used to it in no time,” he murmured before drifting off to sleep.
As for me, I laid awake for the better part of the night, thinking about how quickly my life might change.
All I had to do was take one little test.
I stirredmy spoon in the soup, trying to will myself to take a bite when all I wanted to do was vomit. I’d slept all day, and the moments I was awake, I felt absolutely terrible.
If this was the flu, it was the worst case I’d ever had.
And if not…
“How’s the soup?” Parker’s mother asked.
Putting on a fake smile, I lifted the spoon to my lips and took the smallest taste I could muster. “Delicious.”
“You’ve hardly eaten a thing,” she frowned.
“I’ve just been feeling sick, Mrs. Parker.”
